Pharos Loquitur
Far in the bosom of the deep, O'er these wild shelves my watch I keep; A ruddy gem of changeful light, Bound on the dusky brow of night, The seaman bids my lustre hail, And scorns to strike his timorous sail.
Walter Scott’s other poems:
- The Crusader’s Return
- The Barefooted Friar
- Pibroch of Donail Dhu
- Twist Ye, Twine Ye
- Why Sit’st Thou By That Ruin’d Hall
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